Dodging Lan Shiyu's attacks was… easier than Ningyan had expected. Too easy.
For a fleeting moment, he wondered if he was becoming overconfident but the furious snarl twisting Lan Shiyu's face with every missed strike told him otherwise.
Each blow came fast, violent, relentless. And Ningyan met them just as swiftly.
His body pulsed with energy, the crystal within him humming as he moved, faster, sharper, his strikes landing cleanly against Lan Shiyu's defenses.
That was when it clicked.
He's holding back. Ningyan's eyes narrowed.
Yes, there was demonic energy spilling wildly from Lan Shiyu, thick and suffocating but his intent wasn't to kill.
He just wants to hurt me to draw Meishan out.
Wherever Meishan was…
"Argh... die already!" Lan Shiyu roared, his patience finally snapping.
A massive rush of energy burst from him, tearing through the air as he charged.
